Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

#We're in the money We're in the money #
Effigy, eh? Yeah, nothing burns like an effigy.
Uh, now, before I execute this order...
- Hey. What's this? - I don't know. Must be something I wrote before Moe fixed me.
You know she's gonna wind up marrying Richard Gere.
Huh? What is this crap?
Don't tell me how to feel.
Deeper, you pusillanimous pilsner pusher!
Yeah. And just in time.
It's not.
Maybe it's not a crayon made of wax.
You rent your womb to a rich childless couple.
# I'm a little teapot, short and stout #
That's right. I'm a surgeon.
Oh, Dad.
Now, while the plant is brought up to code...
Who wants lottery tickets?
Damn it!
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but it might have happened when I was six.
You lost all our money?
He’s right you know